At the bottom of the Mariana Trench

At a Challenger Deep level,

A vast atmosphere covered the navy blue,

So miserable even shadows ran away,

Rings of weight seized the shrimp and amphipods,

A sorrowful and lonely atmosphere killed the surrenderers,

Only the toughest lived,

The shrimp’s pereiopods touched the 36,201th level of the ocean,

An amphipod floated along with the low gravitational pull,

Time ran slowly,

The amphipod's muted colour flowed to a bright red and it lost consciousness,

Dead at last,

The behemoth’s presence ruled over the weak creatures,

Its strong eternal force won again,

the maniacal atmosphere had prevailed again